Today

Something is different today

The music is louder. The train is gliding, instead of running. And, the people around you are more sleepy than usual. You get out of the train and you climb the stairs. It’s really dull outside. Something is different today. Today, it’s raining. But, there is something more.

The road is all muddy. And, there is a strange bokeh in the air, which can be felt and not seen. There are fewer cars than most days and you can almost imagine a train arrive in the middle of the road. Something is different today. Today, you’re in a dream. But, there’s something more.

Everything is falling apart: everything is melting. Everything is melting into darkness and whatever light there was is slowly fading into oblivion. And, someone is walking towards you, through the darkness and through the melting buildings and cars to save you. But, today there is something more. Today, you know that she is walking too slow. Today, you’ve embraced it, you’ve imagined yourself as the hero of a story and you know that heroes fall. Today, you’ve escaped.

By My Side

​If you are a wise old man
Who can tell right from wrong
Someone who knows about life
And, everything else beyond.
If you are someone who can cherish
The beauty of nature and its sounds
And, can love endlessly,
Without being love bound.
Then, know that I look for you
To come and give me hope
For, my friend, I am troubled
And am unable to cope.

But, if you are young, naive
Like me, as is fated
You are tired of life and death
And, all things related
You’ve left many things behind
And, some things have left you
You spent your life collecting memories
And, now that’s all that’s left of you.
Then, know that you’re not alone
And, we can still get through life
Be my friend, I am troubled
For even that will suffice.

One Two Three Four

Here is another poetry project. This one took me a lot of time. It actually represents three poems. How it works:
Poem A (One Two Three Four): Start from the beginning. Read every line of each stanza
Poem B (One Three): Start from the beginning. Read only first and third line of each stanza
Poem C (Two Four): Start from the beginning. Read only second and fourth line of each stanza

Each combination would be a different poem.

Two kids sitting in a park
Near the age-old oak tree
Their minds wandering to where
Flows a river of tranquility.

They could read each other’s minds,
The air of thought is felt
To say, they would not dare
The words wouldn’t be spelled.

They would want to stay silent.
For in silence, there was love,
People would call them mute.
In language, there was rut.

But, no one knew how it was
At that place of silence
It was an escape of their suit.
To where there is no violence.

They lived their life like that
Take me there, I beg, I say
In a hope to live without words
Take me to that heavenly play.

In a hope to maybe run away
I wish to live, I wish to escape
In a silent anonymous curse
I wish to die, I wish today.

Memories

Memories are worse than bullets
This is one of my favourite quotes. I wish I had written it or at least, something as magnificent as this. It is fascinating to see how it captures so many emotions in a single line.
You are going in a local train and it stops at a particular station, you had once got off at with someone. You get off at it again, though it is not your station. You get off because you are suddenly overwhelmed by nostalgia and you just cannot, not go there again.
You sit at the same spots where you used to sit together before. You eat at the same cafe, you buy things from the same store. You climb the same stairs where she had almost fallen down on once before. And, you just look the other way, smiling a little.
Now, you look at the gate where you had left her. You imagine her looking back at you before leaving. She turns around slowly, like she had once when you had called her name for the first time; the first time you had met her. She turns around and she comes back to you running and hugs you. You ask her to stay, but she just has to go.
And, she goes. And, you? Years later, you just stand there, imagining her coming back.
Memories are worse than bullets.

Last Station

I take a train
Everyday to that last station
On my line
And, I know
I’ll meet you there.

But, do not
Do not meet me there.
Do not
Do not wait for me.
For I do not want you to
Regret
Waiting for your date.
I will come.
But, it might be too late.

Travel with me.
Instead
Sit with me
On the ground
As we go through a myriad stops
Twisting and turning
Towards the last station.
Stay with me
Till that last station.
And beyond.

NaPoWriMo Day 30: Rewind

No, it wasn’t dark.
When you were alive
Shows me how it was
A walk in the park,

Before it was to start.
How it all began
There, I see it again
A walk in the park

The old familiar arc.
The benches we sat on
And, I am back there
A walk in the park

In response to the optional prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 30:

For the last day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like you to try an odd little exercise that I have had good results with. Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning. Another way to go about this might be to take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order.

Original poem: A Walk

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Wait

I would have
Loved you
I would have
If you had not stopped to.

I remember you there
Waiting for me
To be trapped in your machination
In your love, in my imagination.

Waiting for me
For us
Waiting for our world to grow
The one you had woven
Around our souls.
Waiting for me
For us
Only till you changed your world,
Only till you changed your love.

Waiting for me
To love you.
I was about to
I would have.
I could have.
If only
You had waited
A bit more.

NaPoWriMo Day 28: Bridge

In response to the optional prompt for NaPoWriMo:

And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges.

If the bridge broke,
And, I am on the other side,
Would you swim the black sea?
Would you climb the hill?
Would you take a leap of faith?
From over there?
To get to me?
Answer:
You would never be that far.
I wouldn’t let you.

NaPoWriMo Day 26: All I know

I know the birds will never stop chirping
And, the breeze will always go on dancing
Like it did when I was with you
For all I know, this much is true.

I know that sapling is now a tree
I know that you are thinking of me
As a reflection of sky in oceans blue
For all I know, this much is true.

I know you never forgave yourself
And, I still have your ring on my shelf
The one, which you that day threw
For all I know, this much is true.

I know how I felt when we walked in rains
I still miss it, I walk the same lanes
And, once in a while, you must do too
For all I know, this much is true.

I know you cannot be there for me
I know, though, that you want to be
Together through the pains of life
For all I know, this will suffice.